Sorry boys, I blew it today
It was raining here when I rolled out the sack this morning, so I didn't bother going out till 8am, and decided to head to the other end of the area I'm hunting, about a half mile walk in. They didn't burn that area and that's where those Jakes headed yesterday morning, so I figured that's where the hens were. I headed down the publics fence line to the private owners corn field, only food in the area, I was watching the field and checking the deer trails that come out of it for turkey signs? None that I found, though it's rained the last 3 days, there still should of been some old tracks, but nuttin. Decided what the heck, I'll cross the CRP to the small wood lot and see if there is any sign along it? As I was slowly walking down the edge a bird bust out of a brush pile, I peek over it and there is a nest of 13 eggs, I hadn't gone more that 50 yards and another bird busts out, I go and look there and there is another nest of 9 eggs, as I get to the end of the CRP field and the field road I decided to head back to the truck, as I was about half way across the CRP another bird bust out the brush line, I check that and there is a nest of 11 eggs, so misoiltester I stand corrected, they are nesting, all three of these birds busted with in 5 yards of me, so I knew they were sitting tight for a reason. There is a bigger wood lot at the end of the farmers cornfield, which may be where the old boys are staying, but he hunts and he has a couple of other guys that hunt his farm, so Mr. Tom might be there or in someone freezer? I get back to the truck I decided to cross the road, there is a small piece of public that runs between two private farms, it's only about 200 yards deep and about a 100 yards wide with a string of pines running down the center, and a lot of brush. I know the birds like to roost there, between the grass field and the cut corn field, there is a large plowed field at the end of it with a wooded island in the middle. I glassed every field in hopes of seeing a bird, but nuttin. I decided what the heck, I'd set up at the end and send out a few calls, they've got to be someplace with the hens nesting. As long as the hens are nesting, I switched up my calling tactics. I started keeing and answered it with a gobble, waited a few minutes and kee'd again, sat for 10 minutes and gobbled again. It started raining again so I pulled off my rain coat and through it over my lap and knees to keep my calls dry, I sent out another kee kee and heard a deep cluck from behind me in the pines . I had just walked through those pines coming in 20 minutes ago. There I sat with my rain coat over my knees with the hood tucked in my jacket and my calls sitting on my gun which was across my lap in the rain under the rain coat. Another deep cluck comes from just behind me, he wasn't more then 10 yards, and I hear him spit n drum. I freeze, as he comes around the left side of my tree, I could hear him walking in the wet grass, at least he's on the barrel end of the gun. He gets even with me and is in full strut, with a beard dragging on the ground and good hooks, at about maybe 10 feet. I had both my hands under my rain coat from calling, and eased my right hand to the safety, ClicK, his head turns stares right at me. Oh crap!! This is going to be a one handed shoot from the lap kind of shot, but he's standing at the end of my barrel, problem is I'm only going to hit his chest. I wiggle my left hand fingers under the barrel and try so slowly to raise it a couple of inches. My box call squeaks and he busts loose and all I get is a face full of wet leaves and dirt. Good thing, it probably would of broke my thumb and trigger finger trying to shoot a 3", 12ga with only two fingers to stop the recoil, I had wet leaves stuck to my glasses and his wings damn near took my hat off. Well I know there is still one there, and he only got spooked, tomorrow morning maybe I can get the chance to stick wet leaves in his face?